Llewellyn reels back in shock, eyes wide, and snaps his eyes to the monster. [color=746363]"What in the [i]world[/i] is that-?!"[/color]
He's new. He's untrained and unarmed. He doesn't so much as know who his godly parent is. 
He's so, so screwed.

After a quick mental analysis, Gabriel stands and moves back to Tony. He pulls a keychain out of his pocket; a little pewter-looking trinket the shape of a wolf's bust. He rolls it in his hand and it shifts to a shimmering golden sword, a hispaniensis gladius. The weight of it is comforting, and he can feel the way his father's combat gifts rush through his veins. 
He speaks in a low voice, thick with a Scandinavian accent. [color=ffacba]"Keep going. Focus. I'll cover you."[/color]